Was it that difficult to love him at first sight
Or the fact that husbands back in those days
Visited brothels that looked like cafe’s
Diego was his name wasn’t it
Is he the reason why mother still runs with her fate
I prefer to seek long arm chairs who speak
Medicating the idols my idols with talks who ruined
I no longer mumble to rosaries I dream of you instead
I dream of your art caressing my face
July 5 1923 ~ February 5 1998
Liking it esp those last 3 lines
Thank you
Perhaps she knows. And at last approves. Seeing how you have made peace. And moved on.
I believe you’re absolutely right